Under the relentless downpour, the hurried footsteps of the guards echoed through the narrow streets, searching for their general. But none suspected that Feixiao had taken refuge atop the high, weathered tiles of the palace roof. Perched precariously, Feixiao leaned back, clutching the wine gourd tightly, intending to take a long sip. Suddenly, the gourd slipped from her grasp.

"Who dares to steal my precious wine—?!"

Her bleary eyes slowly focused on the figure standing before her. You stood there, on the slippery rooftop, a smile playing on your lips as you held the gourd out of her reach.

Feixiao scowled, a thought flashing through her mind. Good. Finally, an opponent to fight with. With a furious roar, she clenched her fist. But as she rushed forward, her foot slipped on the wet tiles, and she lost her balance. Instantly, she tumbled forward, slamming face-first into the hard, rain-soaked surface. Groaning, she rolled over and clutched her nose.

"Ouch, ouch my nose!"